Andria’s POV
Her moan vibrated through , soft yet powerful. "Repeat it," I demanded, my voice rougher than I intended. "Say you’re mine. I need to hear it again."
"I’m yours," she whispered, the words trembling, her scent getting stronger, hitting till I felt dizzy with lust.
Those two words detonated sothing deep inside . My control slipped, my hands exploring her as though I’d been starved of this mont all my life.
She arched into , her legs parting of their own accord, her body answering with a hunger that matched my own.
Every ti she gasped my na, every ti she dug her nails into my skin, it set fire to places I didn’t even know could burn.
"I want you to repeat my na, I want you to scream my na as I take you," I demanded, roughly entering into her mound, allowing her wetness to surround .
"Tristan..." she breathed, almost a plea, nearly a warning.
"You don’t get to push away anymore," I rasped, brushing my lips across hers. "Not after this. You’re mine, Aria. Mine."
Her eyes locked on mine, fierce and defiant even now. "Then prove it. Don’t just say the words."
Her challenge ignited . I wanted to prove it, to show her through every kiss, every touch, that she wasn’t just my mate, she was the one part of that felt right in a world dripping with betrayal.
I promised her silently, with every desperate movent, that I would protect her, fight for her, and never let her doubt again.
Her voice grew softer, breaths broken into fragnts. "You’re impossible... but gods, I can’t stop..."
I claid her lips, silencing the rest of the words that were forming in her pretty lips.
And for a mont, the world blurred, leaving only us, heat, sound, the raw honesty of two people who had been circling each other too long.
My body trembled with release, my chest tight with sothing heavier than lust. Possession, devotion, a need for her to remain mine for as long as it takes, they all tangled into one unstoppable force.
And then...
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The shrill cry of my alarm clock tore through the air like a blade. My eyes snapped open, and I stared at the ceiling for so ti before realizing my surroundings. I had thought a lot about Ari and her scent before sleeping, and her presence had followed to sleep.
I froze, my chest rising and falling fast. Reality crashed down in silence, cruel in its simplicity. Aria wasn’t here. She hadn’t whispered my na. She hadn’t said she was mine.
It had all been a dream.
And yet, my body still throbbed with the mory, my heart still racing like she’d been in my arms only a second ago.
I ran a hand down my face, hoping to clear the mory of last night’s dreamland adventure from my eyes, groaning under my breath.
The taste of her lingered in my mouth like a phantom, the heat of her touch clinging to my skin. Dream or not, it felt real. Too real, and today I wondered how I would think if I t her in school today.
I got dressed and headed to school. Today was electives day, and as usual, we had chosen different elective courses.
As I got to the classroom, Aria wasn’t in school yet. I didn’t know why my eyes were scanning the room for her.
As I settled down, I realized that I had swapped my literature jotter with my economics jotter; therefore, I had to go back to the locker room to get the right note.
I hissed as I got up from my seat. As I hurriedly walked to the door, I bumped into her, Aria.
She seed to have this thing with bumping into her mates. When Aven narrated the first day he had t her, he said that she had bumped into him.
"Bumping into this ti?" The question left my mouth before I noticed.
She seed rooted to the spot for a few seconds, staring at my chest, and that made smile. As if she recognized herself after I said those words, she took a few steps backwards.
I left the class and headed to the locker room, my heart beating loudly out of my chest. I knew Aria was avoiding us.
I also learned that we had provoked her in her last maths class, and I had this dream about her that wouldn’t let concentrate, and I knew I had to make things right between us.
I walked back to the class after securing the right notebook. I spotted her seated with her friend Becca. It was great to see her again after her recovery.
There was a blank seat just close to Aria, and of course, I walked to sit down there beside her.
"And finally, I get to sit beside you, isn’t that great?" I said, a smile crawling up my face. I was excited to sit next to her, and I just couldn’t take my mind off my dream about her.
I didn’t expect her to warm up to , and that was why I wasn’t surprised by her reply. After so back-and-forth between us, we agreed.
And for the first ti, I saw her blush hard and chuckle as well. Her smile srized like the smile born out of one of my wet dreams about her.
If only she knew how obsessed I was about making her mine, and sotis, I never want to have to share her, even with Damon or Aven.
I couldn’t help staring at her, even when she licked her lips. I could only imagine her lips on mine, and my heart kept hamring against my chest.
I could perceive her faint scent, and it was driving crazy. I didn’t realize that I was lost in staring at her.
At so point, I had to bring up the topic of her roommate, who was rushed to the hospital because she attempted suicide, but she brushed it off; it seed like a delicate topic to her, so I let it slide.
When the bell went off, I was the happiest, and as if Becca got the mo, she left us to ourselves.
"You didn’t have to walk out," she said with a firm tone, clutching her bag to her side.
I raised a brow at her. "I didn’t say I was walking you out. I just happened to be heading the sa way."
"Really?" I narrowed my eyes. "You don’t know where I’m headed, so how are you heading there?"
I knew exactly where she would be headed at a ti like this.
My steps slowed. "Oh well, I can guess where you could be heading. There’s no other place you would love to be in now, other than the hospital where l was admitted. And I advise that I go with you, especially now."
She cut off, "I don’t need a babysitter, Tristan. I’ve been taking care of myself long before you decided to swoop in with your promises and pinky gestures."
Those words hurt like hell, but that’s Aria; she was a feisty little wolf.
And there we go again; she was always so adamant, and at last, after a series of back-and-forth, I had to let her be.
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